Hearing this, Su Yan couldn't help but shook his head slightly, with a disdainful smile on his face, and said: "Since when does a loser dare to shout here? But compared to this group of cowardly elves, you still have some backbone." After that, he didn't even look at Arator, raised his foot and prepared to move forward.

But then, Alatore, finding no courage or strength, struggled to his feet and, recklessly, lunged at Su Yan, attempting to grab his legs to stop him. Su Yan, however, was prepared for Alatore's sudden move. He dodged, lifted his right foot, and delivered a beautiful spring kick. With a dull thud, Alatore was sent flying like a cannonball.

"Ah!" Another shrill scream pierced the air. Alatorre's body traced a long arc through the air before finally crashing to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust. He rolled several times before finally coming to rest, a shambles of utter disarray, his entire body covered in dirt and blood.

Phew!

Arator tried to get up, but found there was no way.

Bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He felt like his whole body was falling apart.

He wanted to stand up, and found that being able to sit up was good enough.

Don't even mention standing up.

Alator stared at Su Yan in front of him and gritted his teeth.

"I won't accept this! I won't accept this!"

Su Yan looked at Arator with a sneer, shook his head slightly and walked directly towards the palace.